Mean and twisted

My kids, especially my 14 year old son, tells me I’m mean–and twisted.  Ya see, I have what I call a ‘defense mechanism’ that causes me to break out into a fit of giggles when one of my kids is in pain.   Seriously, I know it’s wrong, and I look like I don’t care, but I can’t help it!  I just can’t stop laughing. 

This issue is in some serious need of analysis.  So, let’s pick it up and turn it over and look at it, shall we?

or maybe not–i’m worn out from too much analysis; and anyway, my posts are getting less frequent–so I need to post something 🙂

2 responses to this post.

  1. I just tell them to get up and walk it off. unless they are bleeding I just can’t muster up any sympathy

  2. I’m running a blank….laughing at your kid when their hurt…..Hmmmm. Got to think on this one! 🙂

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